"This isn't my world. I can't go back..."

Elon muttered to himself, unsure of how to face his new reality.

He slumped to the ground, his gaze unfocused, his expression one of utter confusion. No matter how many wonders and powers this world held, no matter the envy it inspired or the battles between good and evil, none of it mattered to him. He didn't belong to this world; he was from the real world—this world was just a TV show.

Like Eobard Thawne—the current Dr. Wells—he was from the future, an outsider. Everything felt out of place, disconcerting, enough to make one's stomach churn. It was a kind of spiritual and psychological self-repulsion; fundamentally, he and this world resisted each other. Thawne had only come to kill the Flash and then leave, but because of the future Flash's interference, he ended up stuck here, training the Flash to absorb enough Speed Force to get home.

Elon's predicament was even more severe.

It wasn't just a matter of worlds or universes.

The Flash was a TV show, a two-dimensional existence, a two-dimensional universe.

His arrival had turned the two-dimensional universe into a tangible three-dimensional one. What about the original three-dimensional universe? Unknown—it might have disappeared or been overwritten.

What scared him more was the thought of becoming a two-dimensional being, believing what he saw and felt was a three-dimensional world.

His mind was a mess, with no clear direction.

"Kid, where exactly are you from? Why were you in the Central City Police Department lab that night?"

A middle-aged black man walked in, tall and broad, with a beard around his mouth.

Joe West, Flash's foster father, future father-in-law, and a detective at the Central City Police Department with extensive experience fighting crime.

"Detective West, our Asian friend here doesn't understand English," Cisco quipped.

Joe didn't pay attention to Cisco, gesturing to Dr. Wells to translate.

"Detective West, the patient has just awakened and is emotionally unstable. I don't think it's a good idea to question him now," Dr. Wells said to Joe, opting not to translate.

Joe was dissatisfied and said sternly, "Dr. Wells, when to interrogate a suspect is the police's responsibility."

"Besides, he might be the culprit who put Barry in that bed. Of course, Dr. Wells, your contribution is not insignificant."

Dr. Wells remained silent.

He took off his glasses, rubbed his face with his left hand, and exhaled slowly.

"How is Barry doing?"

Joe continued to inquire, opting not to press for a translation. He could see Elon's mental state wasn't good. He'd have to wait until next time to get clear answers to decide whether to arrest him or deport him. However, Joe suspected deportation would be more likely. An unidentified Chinese man, who doesn't speak English and lacks any identification—Joe had checked tourist and citizen records, even cross-referenced with several major Asian countries. There was no matching record for Elon, which suggested he might be from a remote area who sneaked into the city to work illegally or engage in petty theft. Joe had seen many like him, but none who dared to infiltrate a police station.

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"Barry's blood pressure and pulse are slightly elevated, but overall, he's recovering well and should wake up soon," Caitlin chimed in, glancing at Barry's readings.

Joe watched Barry silently, his expression sorrowful. He had raised Barry for over a decade, as his own son. Seeing the kind, lively, and smart young man incapacitated, and feeling powerless to help, was heart-wrenching.

Joe didn't wallow in sorrow for long. After wiping away a tear, his expression hardened.

He took out handcuffs and secured Elon's hands to the hospital bed.

"Hey! That's not appropriate," Dr. Wells protested. Handcuffing a patient who hasn't fully regained consciousness could be excessively distressing.

Cisco and Caitlin looked at Joe West with concern.

"To ensure he doesn't escape, I have no choice but to do this. Keep an eye on him. Tomorrow I will apply for the paperwork to either formally arrest him or deport him back home," Joe said coldly, his demeanor suggesting he would have taken more drastic measures if he weren't a police officer.

After Joe left swiftly, Elon, now handcuffed to the bed, snapped out of his daze at the mention of going home.

'I must return!'

'No matter how long it takes, I must see her again, and finish our unresolved proposal.'

Once a person has a belief, they can unleash infinite willpower, fearless of any obstacle ahead.

Elon's eyes gradually steadied with determination. He wanted to go home; he had to return. She was still waiting for him.

Looking around, his eyes swept over the three individuals.

Caitlin Snow, a bioengineering expert, the Killer Frost.

Cisco Ramon, a genius physicist, an inventor, the Vibe.

Harrison Wells, impersonated by Eobard Thawne, the 25th-century Reverse-Flash.

His gaze finally settled on Dr. Wells.

"Dr. Wells, this isn't my world. I need to go back. Please help me."

Elon had watched the Flash TV series. If anyone could send him back to reality, it would likely be two people: Eobard Thawne, the futuristic scientist with his advanced technology and research on the Speed Force. Elon might use the Speed Force to return to reality.

It was only a possibility because, in reality, there was no such thing as the Speed Force, indicating no link to the real world. The only link was Elon himself, the one who came from reality, the sole connection.

The other possibility lay in season two, when Cisco's powers awakened, the Vibe, who could traverse parallel universes. Elon didn't know if reality would be a parallel universe, but when Cisco's powers emerged, he could try using the Vibe on himself to see if he could sense anything.

"Not your world?" Dr. Wells murmured, slowly putting on his glasses, his eyes shimmering with a strange light.

"I was supposed to be on my way to propose to my girlfriend. The weather changed suddenly, a black energy orb flew above me, lightning struck it, and it turned into a vortex that sucked me in..."

Elon briefly explained. There was no reason to lie; he wanted their help to study how to return, as long as it didn't interfere with Wells' plans to go back to the future. Elon felt this was manageable and saw no need for secrecy.

As long as he didn't reveal Wells' inevitable failure, Elon believed he could keep control of the situation.